“Now spread that delicious pussy open for me,” he said as he opened his eyes, and she lowered her fingers between her legs again, gliding through the slick evidence of her desire for him, her unabated desire that had no end in sight. It was ceaseless.

“Like that?” she asked, opening herself wide for him.

He nodded. “Leave them there,” he said, and she kept her hand in place as he pressed his thumb against the on-switch for the toy. He lowered the vibrator to her already aching clit, and rubbed gently at first. She cried out in pleasure.

“This will serve as a reminder that if you’d stay I could do this to you in the middle of the night or the morning or whenever you fucking wanted,” he said as her breathing turned erratic, and she trembled from his touch. The vibrations worked quickly, and she felt herself turning loose and hot, and close to the edge.

“Tell me what you pictured the morning after I fucked you for the first time. When you masturbated to me alone in your bed.”

Her back bowed, and her lips fell open. “I thought about sucking your dick.”

“Were you on your knees?”

She shook her head. “No. You straddled my face. You fucked my mouth like that,” she said breathlessly, as she rubbed herself against the toy.

He hissed in his breath. His teeth pressed into his lips, his eyes dark and wild. “Did you come like that?”

“Yes,” she said on a pant. “I called out your name. I came tasting you.”

His chest rose and fell, as if he were exercising every ounce of self-restraint right now to concentrate on her orgasm. “I jacked off to you that morning too. To making you come. Do you want to know how I made you come?”

“Yes.”

“Rock into this and I’ll show you,” he whispered harshly, and she moved with him, riding the vibrator as he dropped his other hand between her legs, sliding his fingers across her, then thrusting one into her, and another he slowly pushed into her rear.

She cried out, first in shock, then in pleasure, as the twin—no, the triple—sensations shot through her. A burn, like the first taste of whiskey, then pure, unabashed ecstasy from the vibrator on her clit, and then his fingers playing her insides like a fucking pro, her whole body beholden to the sheer prowess of his hands as he drew another shattering orgasm out of her.

She called out his name, gripping his shoulder and clawing her nails into his skin as her climax rocketed through her.

When she finally could focus again, he spoke first. “I fucking love watching you come. I love what I do to you.”

“Me too,” she said, and for some reason it felt like an intensely vulnerable admission. As if there was more going on than him showing her pleasure. It was as if he needed to do this to her after their brief conversation. He’d revealed the tiniest bit of himself minutes before, and that was probably hard for him. So he’d needed to chase that with sex, mix it with pleasure, so he could watch her give in to his hand, to his toys, to his tricks.